Romans & histoires Emotional Damage Guy

I could see several emotions flashing in his eyes at that moment, most of it was love and hurt and anger…. His words weren’t that scaring but I played an act of victim and turned to look at Ethan with pitiful and confused yes, Ethan understood my words and immediately stepped in before Adrian could make any further scene in front of all media and guests. “Adrian STOP IT!... we can talk about this later…” Ethan growled sounding little annoyed, I too seized that opportunity and quickly locked my left arm in Ethan.

She bit her lip but continued, almost as if she needed to say it before she lost her nerve. “I’m really serious,” she said with urgency. “Damien… Damien really loves you. Ever since the day you left Opsia… he hasn’t been the same. He’s been experiencing serious trauma. He doesn’t smile. He barely eats unless he feels like it. He started drinking — alcohol, cigarettes, shisha… all kinds of harmful things. That’s all he survives on.” I was quiet. Still. “He used to be proud of his room. Now it's filthy. No one is allowed to clean it — not even the maids. He threatened anyone who tried. The only clean thing he does anymore is bathe. That’s it.”

"Long enough to think he'd changed every time he promised he would. Long enough to let him destroy my self-respect piece by piece." Damien looked up, his dark eyes meeting mine. "You're not stupid." "Could've fooled me. I mean, I stayed with a cheating asshole for five years, then married another asshole for money and revenge. Not exactly screaming 'intelligent life choices.'" "I'm not a cheater," he said quietly. "No, you're just emotionally unavailable, controlling, and occasionally terrifying." I pulled my hand back, suddenly too aware of how close he was. "But hey, at least you're honest about being an asshole. That's something."

"There's no need to cover up for him. Dam is just an asshole. I'm hurt because I really like you for him so I was hoping something amazing would happen between you both. Nothing ever gets solved if both parties are in a foul mood. One person has to be calm and in this situation, it has to be Damien but I honestly don't understand him." "It feels good to know you had good intentions for me but they are all in the past right now. Please let's respect that. It's really hard turning up in the office and facing Damien every day. Talking about him would do no good to my mental health." "I'm sorry about that. I'm not even the victim here but the situation hurts me so much. I'm rooting for you, Mel.

She just felt like her normal self as usual. "It's okay if you don't have an answer right now. It's totally fine Emma. I just wished that you can truly forgive me and accept me wholeheartedly. I promise you respect and true love when you give me a second chance." Damien said with a small smile clearly a tint of sadness could be seen through his small smile. Emma instantly felt bad for him. She was feeling bad for him lately seeing him so vulnerable. She had also picked up something from him and that is Damien has a very sensitive personality. Even though deep down he perfects the act of hiding his emotions, he was still a person with an over sensitive heart who always felt emotions.

She is helpless in this situation as well. Damien can understand her inner turmoil. After his mother's death and his father's second marriage, Damien felt like his father betrayed him. He was young and didn't know the ways of the world yet. He began to drink and fight in the underground fighting rings to vent out his frustration. That's when he met Bran. It took him a few years to turn off his emotions until Eva woke them all again.

I inquire, not out of care but curiousity. Robert sighs, glancing at his knuckles and flexing his fingers. “Just lost my temper and punched the wall. Business can be frustrating sometimes,” he says with a bit of a chuckle. “Business?” I question in a skeptical manner. His smile is sweet, deceiving, and distracting. He finally removes his wrist from my grasp and cups my cheeks with both hands. Thumb caressing my cheekbones. “Nothing to concern yourself with, sweetheart. I just need to learn to control my temper,” he says.